My last severe hangover came in 2011.
I had been invited to a poker night at the best pub in Norfolk, and had been given the impression that they like a good slurp. Nothing could have prepared me for the next few hours.
To cut a long story short, I was reliably informed that 1am came after the dirty dozenth drink in 6 hours, and a taxi was acquired with strictest instructions of securing duvet coverage. Sleep.
My snot encrusted eyes parted with resistance and 2 mugs of steaming chai eased the muzzydom. I grabbed my work clothes and hoped gravity would take over if I leant forward a bit. In work, safe.
Boss: "Where have you been? You look awful."
"Poker night, feel like crap but I've made it in"
"It's nearly 6pm! You should have been in at 10am! Your shift finishes in 3minutes... GO HOME!"
"Alrighty, I'll see you in the morning!"
Didn't go down too well....didn't get a day off in the next 10, and the fifteen hours sleep in one hit, is currently 2nd on my all-time snooze list.
Posted By: chuftncfc, Dec 24, 13:10:53
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